[ the vulcan isn't a creature of ego. she understand that. she knows it as intimately as one can for having been a vulcan's roommate for a long long time. even still, buffy finds herself drawing her opposite hand onto the table and cupping spock's fingers with her own. a gentle, loose, friendly handholding. affectionate. she transforms her winning stroke into a gesture of friendship. ]

You know, I get a real kick out of that look. That look right there. On you. On anybody. I used to hate it. Now, I just get a real kick...

[ she trails off. ]